On the Other Side of the Trail
On my side there are houses
there are cars and small businesses
These are the similar looking homes on
the similar looking streets
These are the things that are built,
worn out and thrown away
They house many but are home to few.
On my side is technology, future and man.
On the other side of the trail
there are trees and leaves
There are many species and many colors,
textures and angles for light to hit
These are things that live and grow and
die and survive
This earth, this nature is home to all
On the other side of the trail there is
life and change and forever.
My poem represents this suburb that was created a long time ago, tearing down nature and putting up buildings of no significance and cookie cutter homes. On the other side of the trail,Ann Arbor Trail, is a wonderful strip of nature and of real community; where the different animals and plants live together, and kids play together in the park, joggers and bikers share a beautiful day. I sort of envy the other side.
1 comment:
I like how you separated it into two stanzas, the first stanza representing your side and the second representing the other side. I understand your viewpoint and agree with it. Thankfully Dearborn is on it's way out of that phase. I also like your title because it is simple and connects with the poem real well.
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